Interior of the Rosaire Chapel - Ville de Vence, France |
"Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old. I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert." - Isaiah 43:18-19)
To Vence - small, on a sun warmed hill, uncommercial, slow, peaceful. Walked to the Matisse cathedral - small, pure, clean-cut. White, with blue tile roof sparkling in the sun. But shut! Only open to the public two days a week... I was desolate and wandered to the back of the walled nunnery, where I could see a corner of the chapel and sketched it, feeling like Alice outside the garden, watching the white doves and orange trees... I began to cry. I knew it was so lovely inside, pure white with the sun through blue, yellow and green stained windows.
Then I heard a voice. "Ne pleurez plus, entrez," (cry more, enter) and the Mother Superior let me in, after denying all the wealthy people in cars. I just knelt in the sun and the colours of sky, sea and sun, in the pure white heart of the chapel. "Vous ĂȘtes si gentil," (You are so nice) I stammered. The nun smiled. "C'est la misĂ©ricorde de Dieu." (It is the mercy of God) It was.
- A postcard to her mother from the poet Sylvia Plath
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